The haze. There is a haze. There is always a haze, of some sort or the other. That is how things are. Perhaps because we have got so used to how things are, to how haze always is, that we no longer see the haze. But it’s there. We see through this haze or that. Continue reading “Merey ghar aanaa, aanaa zindagi”
We shall duly clap
And put this virus in a flap
So it falls into your trap
And again shall we duly clap.
There is no escape. None. Not from me. I am Karuna, Karuna, the Virus. Continue reading “Come now, please fall prey to me”
Beware you are nobody If your body has no papers You are nothing but a body And you shall pay for the drapers.
There is a historic, metaphoric dread and coldness attached to that question when it pops up: “Papers, please?” I would recommend a reading. A reading of the past remains critical to understanding the present and the negotiation of the future. What would you do today if you did not know what you were yesterday? What would you tell tomorrow where you’ve come from? “Papers, please.” How do you think you may react to that question? Actually, that is not put to you as a question. That is put to you as a demand. A dare. “Papers, please.” Consequences follow. Continue reading “Kaagaz ke Phool, Kaagaz ke Kaante”
Things have happened. I always knew, I always said they would. Happen, I mean. I mean what I say. Sometimes I also mean what I do not say. People know. People know the meaning of my silences. When I do not disapprove, I approve. I do that with silence. Silence speaks. Silence kills. Continue reading “Did I not say things’ll happen?”
Kadam choom loon yaa ke Main aankhen bichhaa doon Karoon kya ye meri Samajh mein naa aaye.
Isn’t it so? Good. Very good. This is how I expected it to be. This is how I was told it would be. By my good friend. You know who. Did you get that? You didn’t. I bet you didn’t. Because you don’t want to. I know. You are fake folks. You peddle fake news. I know. You lie. You’re liars. Your record of lying, we all know. Of course we know. Don’t we, people? Continue reading “Bahut Shukriya, Badi Meherbani”